Young n***a up now remember back then ni**as clowned on me
Down from the Heaven Gates only way a n***a lookin’ down on me
Keep at least two hundred thou’ on me keep at least like thirty rounds on me
With my ni**as ’til the wheel fall off don’t care if my ride on E
Gucci slides Versace robes palm trees exotic h**s
Snitchin’ he can’t right his wrongs once he play that writing role
Slime s**t we wipe his nose feds watchin’ might strike a pose
Do a hit take flight we gone we just take the dice and roll
So used to them grey clouds I might f**k around drop the top in the rain
For the squad we don’t play around we’ll lay ’em down hit his top close range
He justtt